2 Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh: Tempest and fire attend him down the sky: Heaven, earth and hell, draw near; let all things come To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom! "But gather first my saints (the Judge commands) Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.
3" Behold my covenant stands forever good, Seal'd by the cternal sacrifice in blood, And sign'd with all their names; the Greek, the Jew That paid the ancient worship, or the new; There's no distinction here; come, spread their thrones, And near me seat my favourites and my sons, 4" I, their Almighty Saviour, and their God, I am their Judge: Ye heavens, proclaim abroad My just, eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire;
I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.
5" Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flames of love: In vain the store Of brutal offerings that were mine before; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests, where they feed.
6" If I were hungry; would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks' blood? Can be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatterings, and fantastie vows? Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?
7" Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these? [please White, with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong! In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends..
8" Silent I waited with long-suffering love; But didst thou hope that I should never reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That God, the righteous, would indulge thy sin? Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, And thine own crimes affright thy guilty soul." 9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; A wake before this dreadful morning rise; (amend! Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend; Lest like a lion his last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliverer near.
PSALM 50. 2d Part. P. M. * Cherriton, Landaff.
The last judgment.
1THE God of glory sends his summons forth Calls the south nations, and awakes the north
From east to west the sovereign orders spread, Thro' distant worids, and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.
2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: Behold the day! Behold the Judge deseends: his guards are nigh:
Tempest and attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shali adore him: While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 3" Heaven, earth and hell, draw near; let all thing's To hear my justice, and the sinner's doom! [come, But gather first my saints, (the Judge commands) Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands." When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints! he comes for your salvation.
4" Behold! my covenant stands forever good, Seal'd by the eternal sacrifice in blood, And sign'd with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship, or the new."
There's no distinction here; join all your voices And raise your heads, ye suints, for heaven rejoices.
5"Here(saith the Lord)ye angels, spread their thrones And near me seat my favourites and my sons:
Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepard Ere time began; 'tis your divine reward." When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion, And shout, ye saints! he comes for your salvation. PAUSE I.
6"I am the Saviour, I th' Almighty God; I am the Judge: Ye heavens, proclaim abroad My just, eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths, that sinners, dread to hear." When God appears, all nature shall adore him: While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 7" Stand forth, thou boid blasphemer, and profane, Now feel my wrath, nor call my threatenings vaint Thou hypocrite, once dress'd in saint's attire, I doom the painted hypocrite to fire." Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.
8" Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain. Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flames of love; in vain the store Of brutal offerings that were mine before." Earth is the Lord's; all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him
9" If I were hungry, would I ask thee food; When did I thirst, or drink thy builocks' blood? Mine are the tamer beasts, and savage breed,
Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed." All is the Lord's; he ruies the wide creation; Gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation.
10 Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatterings, and fantastic vows? Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven 'gold?" God is the Judge of hearts; no fair disguises Can screen the guilty, when his vengeance rises.
11 "Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these? [to please While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong." Judgment proceeds; hell trembies; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.
12 "In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends; While the false flatterer at my aitar waits, His harden'd soul divine instruction hates." God is the judge of hearts; no fair disguises Can screen, the guilty when his vengeance rises. 13"
Silent I waited with long-suffering love; But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That the All-holy would, indulge thy sin?" See, God appears, ali nature joins to adore him; Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him. 14" Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul. Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near." Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.
15" Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; A wake be fore this dreadful morning rise: [amend; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend." Then join the saints; wake every cheerful passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation..
HYMN 44. Β. 2. L.M. Limehouse, Putney.
HYMN 86. B. 2. C. M. * or b Abridge, St. Anns.
Freedom from sin and misery in heaven. UR sins, alas, how strong they be! And like a violent sea
Hell; or, the vengeance of God. WITH holy fear, and humble song, The dreadful God our souls adore; Reverence and awe becomes the tongue That speaks the terrors of his power. 2 Far in the deep, where darkness dwells, The land of horror and despair, Justice has built a dismal hell, And laid her stores of vengeance there. 3 [Eternal plagues, and heavy chains, Tormenting racks, and fiery coals, And darts t' inflict immortal pains, Dy'd in the blood of damned souls. There Satan, the first sinner, lies, And roars, and bites his iron bands: In vain the rebel strives to rise, [hands.] Crush'd with the weight of both thine 5 There guilty ghosts of Adam's race Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod; Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace, But they incens'd a dreadful God. 6 Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son- Sinners, obey the Saviour's call; Else your damnation hastens on, And hell gapes wide to wait your fall.
HYMN 105. В. 1. С.М. St. James, Dundee.
Heaven invisible and holy. INOR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor sense nor reason known,
What joys the Father hath prepar'd
For those that love the Son.
2 But the good Spirit of the Lord Reveals a heaven to come; The beams of glory in his word Allure and guide us home. 3 Pure are the joys above the sky, And all the region peace; No wanton lips, nor envious eye Can see or taste the bliss. 4 Those holy gates forever bar Pollution, sin and shame; None shall obtain admittance there, But followers of the Lamb. 5 He keeps the Father's book of life, There all their names are found; The hypocrite in vain shall strive To tread the heavenly ground.
They break our duty, Lord, to thee, And hurry us away.
2 The waves of trouble, how they rise! How loud the tempests roar! But death shall land our weary souls
Safe on the heavenly shore.
3 There, to fulfil his sweet commands, Our speedy feet shall move; No sin shall clog our winged zeal, Or cool our burning love.
4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts, The wonders of his grace; And smile in every face. 5 Forever his dear sacred name
Shall dwell upon our tongue; And Jesus and Salvation be The close of every song.
HYMN 40. B. 1. L. Μ. * Nantwich, Dunstan.
The business and blessedness of glorified saints.
1 "WHAT happy men, or angels these, "That all their robes are spotless white?
Whence did this glorious troop arrive "At the pure realms of heavenly light?" 2 From torturing racks, and burning fires, And seas of their own blood they came; But nobler blood has wash'd their robes, 3 Now they approach the Almighty Throne Flowing from Christ, the dying Lamb. With loud hosannas night and day; Sweet anthems to the great Three-One Measure their blest eternity.
4 No more shall hunger pain their souls; He bids their parching thirst be gone; And spreads the shadow of his wings To screen them from the scorching sun.
5 The Lamb, that fills the middle throne, Shall shed around his milder beams; And drink full joys from living streams. There shall they feast on his rich love, Through the vast round of endless years; 6 Thus shall their mighty bliss renew, And the soft hand of sovereign grace Heals all their wounds, and wipes their
HYMN 41. B. 1. С. М. * 17 [But O, what beams of heavenly grace, Exeter, Cambridge. The same; or, the martyrs glorified. 1 "THESE glorious minds, how bright
"Whence all their white array? "How came they to the happy seats "Of everlasting day?"
2 From torturing pains to endless joys, On fiery wheels they rode, And strangely wash'd their raiment white In Jesus' dying blood.
3 Now they approach a spotless God, And bow before his throne; Their warbling harps and sacred songs Adore the Holy One.
4 The unveil'd glories of his face Among his saints reside, While the rich treasure of his grace, Sees all their wants supply'd.
5 Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls, And hunger flee as fast; The fruit of life's immortal tree Shall be their sweet repast. 6 The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock Where living fountains rise, And love divine shall wipe away The sorrows of their eyes.
HYMN 33. B. 2. C. M. Christmas, Bray.
The blessed society in heaven. AISE thee, my soul, fly up, and run Through every heavenly street And say, There's nought below the sun
That's worthy of thy feet.
Transport them all the while! Ten thousand smiles from Jesus' face, And love in every smile!] 8 Jesus, and when shall that dear day, That joyful hour, appear, When I shall leave this house of clay, To dwell among them there?
HYMN 68. В. 2. С. М. Wareham, Stade.
The humble worship of heaven. 1 FATHER, I long, I faint to see The place of thine abode; I'd leave thy earthly courts, and flee Up to thy seat, my God! 2 Here I behold thy distant face, And 'tis a pleasing sight; But to abide in thine embrace Is infinite delight!
3I'd part with all the joys of sense To gaze upon thy throne; Pleasure springs fresh forever thence Unspeakable, unknown.
4 [There all the heavenly hosts are seen In shining ranks they move; And drink immortal vigour in,
With wonder, and with love. 5 Then at thy feet with awful fear Th' adoring armies fall; With joy they shrink to NOTHING there,
Before th' eternal ALL.
6 There I would vie with all the hos In duty, and in bliss; While less than nothing I could boast And vanity confess.]
2 Thus will we mount on sacred wings, 7 The more thy glories strike mine eyes
And tread the courts above: Nor earth, nor all her mightiest things Shall tempt our meanest love.
3 There, on a high majestic throne, Th' Almighty Father reigns, And sheds his glorious goodness down On all the blissful plains.
4 Bright, like a sun, the Saviour sits, And spreads eternal noon: No evenings there, nor gloomy nights, To want the feeble moon. 5 Amid those ever-shining skies, Behold the saered Dove; While banish'd sin, and sorrow flies From all the realms of love.
6 The glorious tenants of the place Stand bending round the throne; And saints and seraphs sing and praise The infinite THREE-ONE.
The humbler I shall lie; Thus, while I sink, my joys shall ris
Unmeasurably high.
PSALM 96. L. P. M. 46th Psalm.
The God of the Gentiles.
IET all the earth their voices raise To sing the choicest psalm of praise. To sing and bless Jehovah's name His glory let the heathens know, His wonders to the nations show,
And all his saving works proclaim 2 The heathens know thy glory, Lord; The wondering nations read thy word, Among us is JEHOVAH known: Our worship shall no more be paid To gods which mortal hands have made Our Maker is our God alone.
HYMN 91. B. 2. C. M. Braintree, Barby.
The glory of Christ in heaven. THE delights, the heavenly joys, The glories of the place, Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams Of his o'erflowing grace.
2 Sweet majesty and awful love Sit smiling on his brow; And all the glorious ranks above At humble distance bow.
Spiritual and eternal joys; or, the be
atific sight of Christ.
FROM thee, my God, my joys Beyond the limits of the skies, And run eternal rounds, shall rise,
And all created bounds.
2 The holy triumphs of my soul Shall death itself out-brave, Leave duli mortality behind, And fly beyond the
3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns, In heaven's unmeasur'd space, I'll spend a long eternity
In pleasure, and in praise.
4 Millions of years my wondering eyes Shall o'er thy beauties rove; And endless ages I'll adore The glories of thy love.
5 [Sweet Jesus! every smile of thine Shall fresh endearments bring, new delight
And thousand tastes of From all thy graces spring.
3-[Princes to his imperial name Bend their bright sceptres down; Dominions, thrones, and powers rejoice 6 Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul
To see him wear the crown.
4 Archangels sound his lofty praise Through every heavenly street, And lay their highest honours down Submissive at his feet.]
5 Those soft, those blessed feet of his, That once rude iron tore, High on a throne of light they stand, And all the saints adore.
6 His head, the dear majestic head, That cruel thorns did wound, See what immortal glories shine, And circle it around!
7 This is the Man, th' exalted Man, Whom we, unseen,adore! But, when our eyes behold his face, Our hearts shall love him more 8 [Lord! how our souls are all on fire To see thy blest abode: Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise
To our incarnate God!
9 And while our faith enjoys this sight,
Up to thy blest abode; Fly, for my spirit longs to see My Saviour, and my God.]
I CANNOT persuade myself to put a full period to these divine Hymns, until I have addressed
a special SONG OF GLORY to God the Father, the
Son, and the Holy Spirit. Though the Latin name of
it, Gloria Patri, be retained in the English nation
from the Roman Church; and though there may be some excesses of superstitious honour paid to the words of it, which may have wrought some unhappy prejudices in weaker Christians, yet I believe it still to be one of the noblest parts of Christian worship. The
subject of it is the doctrine of the Trinity, which is
that peculiar glory of the Divine Nature, that our Lord Jesus Christ has so clearly revealed unto men,
and is so necessary to true Christianity. The action is praise, which is the most complete and exalted part
heavenly worship. I have east the song into a
of variety of forms, and have fitted it by a plain version, or a larger paraphrase, to be sung either alone, or at We long to leave our clay; the conclusion of another Hymn. I have added also And wish thy fiery chariots, Lord, a few Hosannas, or ascriptions of salvation to Christ, To fetch our souls away.]
in the same manner, and for the same end.
(Those of each metre are placed together, beginning with long metre.)
663 Old Hundred, Bath. A song of praise to the ever-blessed TRINITY, GOD the FATHER, SON, and SPIRIT. LESS'D be the Father and his love, To whose celestial source we owe
B Rivers of endless joy above, And rills of comfort here below. 2 Glory to thee, great Son of God, From whose dear wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood, Pardon and life for dying souls.
3 We give the sacred Spirit praise, Who in our hearts of sin and wo Makes living springs of grace arise, And into boundless glory flow. 4 Thus God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, we adore, That sea of life and love unknown, Without a bottom or a shore.
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Chose out his favourites to proclaim The honours of his grace. 2Glory to God the Son be paid, Who dwelt in humble clay, And, to redeem us from the dead, Gave his own life away.
3Glory to God the Spirit give,
From whose almighty power Our souls their heavenly birth derive, And bless the happy hour. 4 Glory to God that reigns above, Th' eternal Three in One, Who by the wonders of his love Has made his nature known.
668 HYMN 30. B. 3. 2d C. M. 1 THE God of mercy be ador'd.
Who calls our souls from death, Who saves by his REDEEMING WORD, And new-creating breath. 2 To praise the Father, and the Son, And Spirit all divine, The One in Three, and Three in One, Let saints and angels join.
T And God the Spirit, Three in One, 671} Be honour, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven.
666} HYMN 33. B. 3. L.M. *
LL glory to Father of mercy, God of love; Thus we exalt the Lord, the Lamb, And thus we praise the heavenly Dove.
thy wondrous name,
667 HYMN 27 St. Ba3.1st C. M.
Bray, Martins.
LORY to God the Father's name, Who, from our sinful race,
The 2d at the end of the Psalms. [C. M. *] ET God the Father, and the Son, And Spirit be ador'd, [known, Where there are works to make him Or saints to love the Lord.
HYMN 28. B. 3. 1st. S. M. Dover, Silver Street. ET God the Father live Forever on our tongues: Sinners from his first love derive The ground of all their songs.
2 Ye saints, employ your breath In honour to the Son, Who bought your souls from hell and By offering up his own. [death,
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